Harold Bishop's lips slowly curved into a sneer. "Heh, in that case, Mr. Lockwood, why don't you tell me exactly what your relationship with Eleanor is?"
He didn't know what kind of man Archie Lockwood was, but he was absolutely certain that Archie wouldn't dare reveal his relationship with Eleanor Bishop.
Sure enough, when Archie Lockwood heard Harold Bishop's words, his expression did indeed darken unpleasantly.
"Today, if you don't clarify your relationship with Eleanor, Mr. Lockwood, then I believe I have the right to take my daughter with me."
"Heh..." Upon hearing this, Archie Lockwood's lips curved into a wicked, cold smile.
Seeing the sparks fly between the two men, Eleanor Bishop's pretty face went deathly pale. She nervously reached out and tugged on Archie Lockwood's sleeve. "I already said I'd stay. Please don't talk to my dad like that."
"—" Archie Lockwood shot Eleanor Bishop an angry, displeased glare.
'Don't talk to her dad like that?'
